Here, where our blossoms early fade and die,
    Where autumn frosts despoil our loveliest bowers;
  Where song goes up to heaven, an anguished cry
    From wounded hearts, like perfume from crushed flowers;
  Where Love despairing waits, and weeps in vain
    His Psyche to regain.

  Thou cam’st not unattended on thy way;
    Spirits of beauty, grace, and joy, and love
  Were with thee, ever bearing each some ray
    Of the far home that thou hadst left above,
  And ever at thy side, upon our sight
    Gleamed forth their wings of light.

  We heard their voices in the gushing song
    That rose like incense from thy burning heart;
  We saw the footsteps of the shining throng
    Glancing upon thy pathway high, apart,
  When in thy radiance thou didst walk the earth,
    Thou child of glorious birth.

  But the way lengthened, and the song grew sad,
    Breathing such tones as find no echo here;
  Aspiring, soaring, but no longer glad,
    Its mournful music fell upon the ear;
  ’Twas the home-sickness of a soul that sighs
    For its own native skies.

  Then he that to earth’s children comes at last,
    The angel-messenger, white-robed and pale,
  Upon thy soul his sweet oblivion cast,
    And bore thee gently through the shadowy vale,—­
  The fleeting years of thy brief exile o’er,—­
    Home to the blissful shore.

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MR. HEALEY is in Paris, engaged busily on his Webster and Hayne picture, of which at the time of its projection, so much was said.  The canvas is some twenty feet by fourteen, and all the heads will be portraits.  It will be valuable, and must command a ready sale.  Will Massachusetts buy it for her State House, or South Carolina for her Capitol?  It would be a splendid ornament for Fanueil Hall, and not be misplaced on the walls of the Charleston Court House.

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MANUEL GODOY, the famous “Prince of Peace,” it is mentioned in recent foreign journals, has left Paris for Spain.  The Government at Madrid has restored a considerable part of his large confiscated estates, and he probably has returned to enjoy a golden setting sun.  He must be at least eighty years of age.

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MONS. LIBRI, a well known savant, member of the Institute, and a professor of the College of France, has been charged, in Paris, with having committed extensive thefts of valuable MSS. and broken in the public libraries.  He has persisted in proclaiming his innocence, and is warmly defended by certain papers.  An indictment was found, he did not appear; he was tried, in his absence, for contumacy.  He was found guilty of the most extensive depredations in this way.  Abstracting the most valuable books, effacing identifying marks, sending them out of the country to be rebound, and then selling them at costly rates.  He was sentenced to imprisonment for ten years at hard labor.